Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 195 Dark Moon Reaction

As Malfoy's curses subsided, Kane helplessly covered his eyes and fainted.

After all, Lord Kane was kind-hearted and couldn't stand those trivial matters.

As for why he didn't intervene and properly punish this precious creature...

He doesn't know Buckbeak's fighting ability, but doesn't he know Malfoy's?

A stationary wand can deal decent damage, but what about unexpected situations?

Just look at Malfoy's reaction time when, the instant he was hit by Harry's ring of fire, his Nimbus 2001 completely stopped moving...

Haha, it's only slightly better than a paramecium.

This is because soaking Malfoy in iodine solution didn't kill him.

As expected, things unfolded exactly as he had predicted.

With a series of Buckbeak's thrashing, all that reached his ears again was Malfoy's cries.

Kane removed his hand and glanced at it, only to see Buckbeak still in the same pose, with its two front paws raised high as if to kill Malfoy.

However, Hagrid's massive body blocked Malfoy's path, his two large, fan-like hands firmly gripping Buckbeak.

It was only thanks to his two claws that Malfoy didn't get a scratch...

Yes, at this point, Malfoy hasn't even broken a skin.

Realizing all this, Malfoy also realized that his acting this time didn't seem to be very successful, because Kane didn't come to beat him up.

How can this be allowed?

The essence of this scene is that he acts crazy and shamelessly, which makes Kane, the great villain, show off and slap him in the face. But now that he has been saved by Hagrid and has not been beaten half to death by Buckbeak, he can no longer expect his school board father to target Kane's good friend Hagrid.

How can I possibly get beaten up like this?

Lying on the ground, Malfoy quickly came to a conclusion after a moment of contemplation: there was no reason to target Hagrid, especially since Hagrid's broad shoulders were now in front of him, putting him in danger.

It's like a wounded soldier who's broken their leg and can't move seeing a tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, masked firefighter kneeling beside them and saying: "Don't worry, I'll definitely get you out of here..."

Even if this injured person is a complete straight man, but...

hiss..

Hagrid is great, I should attend Hagrid's class.

So now there's only one reason Kane could have to attack him: Buckbeak... Don't blame me for being despicable, but who told you to be the ugliest of all here?

With a loud and clear voice, I'm going to tell my dad!

Malfoy staggered to the infirmary.

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"It's like a joke." Kane rolled his eyes in exasperation. So what Ron said earlier was correct, but not quite right.

Ron previously said that Slytherins were a bunch of inbreeding freaks, with only Malfoy being a decent human being...

That's true, but not entirely true.

Perhaps it's because I've reached a certain age and my genes are starting to manifest; even Malfoy is becoming abstract now.

"...Slytherin is beyond saving."

After class, Kane sighed and headed toward the Forbidden Forest, still remembering Dumbledore's advice.

When experimenting with dangerous magic, don't do it in the classroom... Well, the Forbidden Forest is a perfect place to do it. There's no one there, so even if you blow up some plants, you won't have to enroll in Azkaban.

After wandering aimlessly through the forbidden forest, he soon found a clearing that caught his eye.

Ground.

Scattered firewood, abandoned campfire, and a huge tree stump that can still be used as a stool.

Clearly, this must be a camp built by some disobedient little wizard like myself who secretly slipped out of the castle.

Although the camp wasn't very big, it provided me with a place to rest and also served as a reference point for my spell experiments.

After all, the small explosions entangled by the dark moon have such a large and abstract range each time. How can I use them? Wouldn't that be a pure map-wide attack that can't distinguish friend from foe?

What I need is a high-end Shadow Moonshade Entanglement Explosive Reaction that can blow the enemy's ridiculous armor and cover to smithereens, not just handcrafting a nuclear warhead and throwing it at the other side.

What's the difference between that and an abstract nuclear RPG with a launch range of ten kilometers and an explosion radius of twenty kilometers?

Do you not see the god who controls fire in the eternal realm...? He is not a torch.

The goddess who controls fire, she can control fire—something that burns recklessly—with perfect discipline, and yet she's just an ordinary survivor.

If someone who's sat on a Shadow toilet can't even control the size of an Entanglement Explosion reaction, where would they put their face?

So embarrassing.

He quickly began to control the two spells. He thought about why he lost control last time and realized that he might have released too much moonlight. This time, he would release less moonlight power.

The moonlight is like a pot of boiling oil, and the shadows are like water added to it. Obviously, last time this pot of oil almost sent the kitchen and the chef to their deaths.

So nowadays, if you reduce the amount of oil, from a whole pot to a single layer, frying will still cause an explosion, but the area affected should be much smaller.

"Do you think it's dangerous for us to be so close?" Sirius, sitting on the tree trunk, said to Grindelwald beside him in a low voice.

"What? Are you scared?" Grindelwald asked, turning around.

Many years ago, when Sirius Black had just graduated and his mind wasn't working as well as most Slytherins, he certainly wouldn't have admitted it.

But given his age and the more than ten years he had wasted in Azkaban, he readily nodded: "I still have enemies to settle, mistakes to correct, and..."

"You can stop talking now." Grindelwald picked at his ear with a hint of exasperation. "Don't you still have your godson's safety not guaranteed? Well, that safety is right down there."

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he, with a penchant for drama, recounted how he had secretly plucked the tail hairs of the Thestrals over the past period.

He gathered branches from the Forbidden Forest and handcrafted a battle-damaged Div wand to Sirius Black.

"Go."

Sirius naturally took the wand and put it in his pocket. Just as he was about to go down, a small mushroom cloud, without any fire but only arcs of magical light, slowly rose up, illuminating his face.

Sirius quickly returned the wand to Grindelwald. He was still waiting to deal with that traitor in the ditch. As for Kane, that evil little dark wizard... wasn't he already with his ill-fated lover, Grindelwald?

Grindelwald seemed to have figured out what Sirius was up to, and slowly shook his head: "I have no ill intentions towards this little wizard."

Sirius Black: "...."

Then I guess I'll have to do it this weekend night... Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone and succeed...?

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